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My Life in Boxes

Today’s adventure is about packing your life into boxes. As I am getting ready to embark on becoming a member of the west coast, I have been steadily gathering, wrapping, and stuffing my things into boxes. I sold the little bit of furniture that I possessed, sold a few odds and ends, and threw things into the garbage. I’ve tried to keep in mind my 6 month rule: If I haven’t used it, thought about it, or needed it the last 6 months then I don’t really need it.

The problem that stems from that rule is that it doesn’t allow you to keep many relics from your past. Its also hard to judge what you may or not miss in the future. To be certain, I’ve gotten rid of somethings in the past that I still wish I had. I had a rather lovely screen print on canvas of a bicycle in front of the Eiffel Tower that I set to the curb once because I was rather tired of packing and wanted to be done.

I bought 2 boxes from Fed Ex, 24″ x 24″ 24″. The weight limit for each box 150 lbs. My challenge pack as much of my 30 years into these two boxes, keeping only the most fragile and basic necessities that I will need for a 2 week road trip. I packed, unpacked, and repacked. My legs took a beating from the box flaps that I would frequently run into to. My hands dried out and all my nails broke. In the process, I became a creative master in the art of packing. Battered a bruised but not beaten, I took those 2 boxes back to be weighed and shipped. My life weighs roughly, (drum roll please…) 193 lbs. Not including the clothes and other few items that I’m taking with me on the road.

Its kind of mind blowing how little the cumulative of my life weighs. I feel almost feel like a vagabond, if I ever needed to run away quickly I could do it with few or no strings to pull along with me. It also serves as a reminder of the permanence or lack thereof, of life. Life isn’t forever. We don’t get to keep the things that we’ve worked hard at preserving.

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2011 in Random Musing of Life

 

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Meeting Kate

I was out enjoying drinks with a friend last night and a girl interrupts to ask for a lighter. After lending her a lighter, she begins to profusely apologize for interrupting our conversation and I assure her that it is no big deal by uttering “no worries.”

Those two words then began a conversation that did in fact involve our new guest, Kate. She loved that I use that phrase and commented that it sounds distinguished. (I’ve been asked on occasion if I’m Canadian b/c of those words.)

We start relating stories to one another and as it turns out young Kate has an affinity for making up stories to tell randoms. I too have been known to do this on occasion. But Kate really goes above and beyond anything that I’ve told. And then she began telling us how she and her friend Paul had decided to get married not for love but to save money. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had just read an article that made the arguement that staying single is actually cheaper. According to Kate, being married would be the perfect excuse to give someone if she wasn’t interested in that person. In the event that either of them meets someone that captures their fancy, no big thing, they’ll divorce. Ahh, Kate.

As Kate kept talking, the more I began to wonder what was, if anything, real about her.

At the time I had wished that I told more elaborate stories to others. What’s the harm right? As I’m writing this, I’m not so sure. It sounds fun, but there are consequences for everything. At least that’s what my inner Jiminy Cricket is telling me. I’m eclectic for sure and full of quirks, but I’m not so sure that I want to add full time storyteller to my list. I think that I will let Kate keep her stories.

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2011 in Adventure

 

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